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thou

       carriest great companions,

       Venerable priestly Asia sails this day with thee,

       And royal feudal Europe sails with thee.

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       Beautiful world of new superber birth that rises to my eyes,

       Like a limitless golden cloud filling the westernr sky,

       Emblem of general maternity lifted above all,

       Sacred shape of the bearer of daughters and sons,

       Out of thy teeming womb thy giant babes in ceaseless procession issuing,

       Acceding from such gestation, taking and giving continual strength

       and life,

       World of the real — world of the twain in one,

       World of the soul, born by the world of the real alone, led to

       identity, body, by it alone,

       Yet in beginning only, incalculable masses of composite precious materials,

       By history’s cycles forwarded, by every nation, language, hither sent,

       Ready, collected here, a freer, vast, electric world, to be

       constructed here,

       (The true New World, the world of orbic science, morals, literatures

       to come,)

       Thou wonder world yet undefined, unform’d, neither do I define thee,

       How can I pierce the impenetrable blank of the future?

       I feel thy ominous greatness evil as well as good,

       I watch thee advancing, absorbing the present, transcending the past,

       I see thy light lighting, and thy shadow shadowing, as if the entire globe,

       But I do not undertake to define thee, hardly to comprehend thee,

       I but thee name, thee prophesy, as now,

       I merely thee ejaculate!

      Thee in thy future,

       Thee in thy only permanent life, career, thy own unloosen’d mind,

       thy soaring spirit,

       Thee as another equally needed sun, radiant, ablaze, swift-moving,

       fructifying all,

       Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless great hilarity,

       Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that weigh’d so

       long upon the mind of man,

       The doubt, suspicion, dread, of gradual, certain decadence of man;

       Thee in thy larger, saner brood of female, male — thee in thy

       athletes, moral, spiritual, South, North, West, East,

       (To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every daughter, son,

       endear’d alike, forever equal,)

       Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain,

       Thee in thy moral wealth and civilization, (until which thy proudest

       material civilization must remain in vain,)

       Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing worship — thee in no single

       bible, saviour, merely,

       Thy saviours countless, latent within thyself, thy bibles incessant

       within thyself, equal to any, divine as any,

       (Thy soaring course thee formulating, not in thy two great wars, nor

       in thy century’s visible growth,

       But far more in these leaves and chants, thy chants, great Mother!)

       Thee in an education grown of thee, in teachers, studies, students,

       born of thee,

       Thee in thy democratic fetes en-masse, thy high original festivals,

       operas, lecturers, preachers,

       Thee in thy ultimate, (the preparations only now completed, the

       edifice on sure foundations tied,)

       Thee in thy pinnacles, intellect, thought, thy topmost rational

       joys, thy love and godlike aspiration,

       In thy resplendent coming literati, thy full-lung’d orators, thy

       sacerdotal bards, kosmic savans,

       These! these in thee, (certain to come,) to-day I prophesy.

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       Land tolerating all, accepting all, not for the good alone, all good

       for thee,

       Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself,

       Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself.

      (Lo, where arise three peerless stars,

       To be thy natal stars my country, Ensemble, Evolution, Freedom,

       Set in the sky of Law.)

      Land of unprecedented faith, God’s faith,

       Thy soil, thy very subsoil, all upheav’d,

       The general inner earth so long so sedulously draped over, now hence

       for what it is boldly laid bare,

       Open’d by thee to heaven’s light for benefit or bale.

      Not for success alone,

       Not to fair-sail unintermitted always,

       The storm shall dash thy face, the murk of war and worse than war

       shall cover thee all over,

       (Wert capable of war, its tug and trials? be capable of peace, its trials,

       For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous

       peace, not war;)

       In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in

       disease shalt swelter,

       The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy

       breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,

       Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face

       with hectic,

       But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,

       Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,

       They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,

       While thou, Time’s spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still

       extricating, fusing,

       Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with immortal blent,)

       Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the

       body and the mind,

       The soul, its destinies.

      The soul, its destinies, the real real,

       (Purport of all these apparitions of the real;)

       In thee America, the soul, its destinies,

       Thou globe of globes! thou wonder nebulous!

       By many a throe of heat and cold convuls’d, (by these thyself solidifying,)

       Thou mental, moral orb — thou New, indeed new, Spiritual World!

       The Present holds thee not — for such vast growth as thine,

       For such unparallel’d flight as thine, such brood as thine,

       The FUTURE only holds thee and can hold thee.